From head to toe I am dressed in black
And through contacts have the eyes of a cat
Walking in the dark of night
With my love by my side
She too wearing black and a cloak hand stitched
Looking like a gothic pagan witch
We walk with smiles on our face
Looking so out of place
People look at us and this is what they see
Just becuase we're freaks can we not be happy?
Do we deserve to be made fun of?
Or do we not deserve to know true love?
So we're not "normal" to sight
Does that make our happiness not right?
Can you not see respect and love in our eyes?
We may appear different but we're the same inside
So please don't think that we don't feel
Because wo do and our love is real!
I LOVE AND MISS YOU (once again you know who you are)